Miao Jing called Bo Zi, asking him to come watch over Chen Yi. He was in a private hospital room and needed close monitoring for safety—someone had to stay with him at all times.

When Chen Yi was transferred from ICU to a regular ward, Miao Jing had been caring for him. Now that Bo Zi was taking over, she gave a few instructions, picked up her bag decisively, and left, not even casting a sideways glance at Chen Yi.

Sleep with him and just leave like that?

Chen Yi lay lazily in bed, his hospital gown carelessly fastened with just one button. Bo Zi glanced at his body once, then again, suddenly becoming nervous: “Yi-ge, was there an assassin?”

“Assassin my ass!”

The blood-stained fruit knife lay beside the bed. Several places on his body were cut and crusted with blood, his hair was disheveled, clothes were messy—quite a sorry sight. Yet somehow his features carried a trace of satisfaction and languor.

“Then what happened to your injuries?” Bo Zi had been questioned quite a bit by Zhou Kang’an these days and was getting a bit paranoid.

“It’s nothing,” Chen Yi brushed it off. “Just accidentally cut myself while eating an apple. Just get me some band-aids.”

The half-peeled apple on the bedside table was completely intact, without even a tooth mark. When Bo Zi tried to question further, Chen Yi shot him a glare, telling him to shut up and go sit in the corner with his phone.

Chen Yi wasn’t concerned about his injuries the burned pool hall or Zhou Kang’an’s assumptions about revenge. He couldn’t quite figure out Miao Jing—she had never known about his affairs, and he had never revealed anything, but she had managed to get this recording and guess about the matters between Zhai Fengmao and him. All these moves of hers… what exactly was she up to?

–

Miao Jing walked out of the hospital entrance and stood under the roadside trees thinking for a long time. Finally, she went to the police station to find Zhou Kang’an.

Her body language was polite and friendly. With tightly pressed red lips, she called out “Officer Zhou,” and before any pleasantries could be exchanged, she replayed that recording in front of Zhou Kang’an in the meeting room.

This wasn’t a friendly visit.

“Officer Zhou, I remember you helped me several times before. When I couldn’t contact Chen Yi and report to you, even now I remember your response. You said you had investigated and visited, reassuring me that everything was normal, and nothing had happened. But hearing this recording you lied to me back then, concealing many things.”

Her pretty face was serious, her voice calm and cool, slightly suppressing sharpness and questioning.

Faced with such a direct conversation, Zhou Kang’an hadn’t prepared an explanation. His expression changed from gentle to surprised to speechless, unable to guess her intentions. He rubbed his hands: “Miao Jing… this matter…”

It was a long story, sensitive case matters. Everyone had their difficulties, but this young lady, who had been so polite at the hospital looking quite pale, how did she cleverly record and eavesdrop? She wasn’t an ordinary person.

“This recording of yours…”

“I was just worried about Chen Yi. He wouldn’t tell me anything, never let me know anything.”

Miao Jing hadn’t thought about so many sensitive issues. The pool hall fire was still under investigation, and she didn’t plan to ask too much. After a moment of silence, she first bowed to Zhou Kang’an: “First, I want to thank you for your concern for me, and for taking care of my brother all these years.”

“You’re too kind.”

Zhou Kang’an was the person who best understood the relationship between these siblings. Before, Chen Yi’s biggest worry was involving Miao Jing. When she went to university, Chen Yi couldn’t help privately bragging about it to Zhou Kang’an several times.

Miao Jing didn’t waste words. After deep thought, she carefully opened up: “Officer Zhou, I have a few questions, may I ask them? If they touch on sensitive matters, you can simply answer yes or no.”

“Go ahead and ask.”

“Chen Yi is not a public servant, not a police officer, he doesn’t hold any official position, correct, Officer Zhou?”

“Correct.”

“Will he be detained, arrested, prosecuted, or have his freedom and rights restricted for anything he has done up until now?”

“Of course not.” Zhou Kang’an was definitive. “We need to thank him.”

That pool hall was payment for being an informant. He made money from pool betting, and as long as it wasn’t excessive, Zhou Kang’an turned a blind eye.

“Then about those matters you mentioned in Yunnan, does Chen Yi still need to be involved? Or will he need to testify in court anywhere in the future?”

“Theoretically, no.” Zhou Kang’an pondered. “That’s within our scope of work…”

Miao Jing asked her final question: “Can he live whatever life he wants? Can he do anything he wants to do? Can he leave Teng City?”

Zhou Kang’an was taken aback: “Of course, he can.”

“Then will you guarantee his safety?” She said softly, holding up her phone with the recording in front of Zhou Kang’an. “There are no secrets that can stay hidden forever. As long as things aren’t finished, he’s at risk. If he faces revenge, Officer Zhou, considering all the dangerous things he’s done before, can you provide police protection? Can the hospital install more security cameras? Can you arrange for a safer hospital room? Provide some self-defense equipment. I want him to be safe, very safe, to live well without danger.”

“We’re still investigating the fire case, and we’ll keep a close watch on him during this time. You can rest assured about this. We’ll have people monitoring the hospital twenty-four hours a day, absolutely ensuring his safety…”

Zhou Kang’an reassured Miao Jing on this point for a long time. If the pool hall fire was ordered by Zhai Fengmao, they also hoped to follow the leads and catch this escaped fish, closing the case completely.

Having received affirmative answers, Miao Jing let out a small sigh of relief and left the police station.

–

In this short time, Miao Jing thought about many things—about the peaceful life in Teng City, about the beeping sounds of machines in the ICU. She took out her phone to read some news, then called Cen Ye, and they talked for half an hour.

Her previous company was a well-known multinational corporation with considerable prestige. Miao Jing wanted to ask Cen Ye to help with an internal referral, to find her a new job in the industry. Cen Ye thought her approach was far-fetched.

“The time is too short, and it’s year-end. There’s no time to go through the process.”

Miao Jing’s tone was soft, her attitude very humble: “I’ve already submitted my resignation and contacted several headhunters, but you influence senior management, extensive connections, and broad information. Please help me one last time.”

“Oh?” Cen Ye frowned on the other end of the phone. “Why such a sudden rush? Why make this decision so suddenly?”

She bit her lip, her words heavy: “There’s a very important reason. If it’s not possible, that’s okay, I can think of other ways.”

“I have a regular meeting with headquarters tomorrow, I can privately ask some acquaintances. But even if there are vacancies, the base location definitely won’t be good. If you’re in a hurry… you can prepare first, come back to the company, and let HR help you with re-employment.”

“I’m grateful to you.” She repeatedly thanked Cen Ye. He wanted to chat more but was surprised when she directly hung up. He was startled, gave a wry smile, and shrugged helplessly.

At the hospital, Bo Zi kept watch without leaving a step. Miao Jing still came every day to help care for Chen Yi, but she didn’t stay in the ward to look after him. She usually sat on the long bench outside the ward, seriously holding her laptop, seemingly working. Occasionally her clear, gentle voice could be heard making phone calls, discussing some professional-sounding terms.

Bo Zi and Chen Yi were playing cards in the ward when they heard the phone calls in the corridor. Bo Zi listened for a while and gave Chen Yi a look.

“She’s speaking English and seems to be having quite an interesting conversation, laughing happily. What’s she saying? Can’t understand a word.”

“How would I know?” Chen Yi’s face and neck were covered in band-aids as he put on a sour face. “Go tell her to go back to work, don’t stay at the hospital, she’s disturbing my rest.”

“Got it, bro.”

Miao Jing did leave the hospital, going to the company to handle her previously delayed resignation procedures, and returning to her dormitory to pack her belongings. Lu Zhengsi came to help, and Miao Jing took the opportunity to hand over her work to him.

Chen Yi’s fire accident and coma, Miao Jing’s resignation and departure—Lu Zhengsi truly felt it was regrettable. In just half a year, things had developed to this point. Everything was too sudden, too quick, and too strange, leaving people dumbfounded and unsure how to react.

“A small gift, I hope you don’t mind. Thank you for your care and help.” Miao Jing didn’t forget to give him the earphones from her drawer, handing over a stack of documents. “These are all project files. You’ve been following along, so taking over shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“How’s Yi-ge doing in the hospital these days? Engineer Miao… you don’t need to resign…”

“He’s much better.” She forced a smile. “Resigning now is just right. After things are settled here, I’ll be leaving Teng City. I’m already in contact about a new position.”

“Ah? You’re leaving? Where to?”

“Probably going abroad, an overseas assignment. The specific position isn’t settled yet.” Miao Jing smiled faintly. “So really don’t stand on ceremony with me. Who knows when we’ll meet again.”

Lu Zhengsi was deeply stunned.

Miao Jing packed her luggage and temporarily moved back home. After being busy for several days, she hadn’t been to the hospital for a week. Since regaining consciousness, Chen Yi’s body has slowly recovered. He could already move around freely, only still doing brain rehabilitation. He was practically ready to be discharged, but Zhou Kang’an kept him there, leaving him bored and staring into space in the hospital room.

Previously, Miao Jing had always accompanied him for examinations, changing bandages, and rehabilitation. He’d also heard that during his time unconscious in the ICU, she had stayed by his side without leaving a step. Now there wasn’t even a shadow of her. Chen Yi spent every day staring at Bo Zi, feeling something wasn’t right, looking at the band-aids on his face in the mirror with confusion.

Bo Zi received daily calls from Miao Jing, asking about Chen Yi’s condition. Chen Yi would sit on the bed frowning as he listened, frowning deeper as he heard Bo Zi chatting happily with Miao Jing, their laughter continuous, his expression growing increasingly dark and unfriendly.

After hanging up, he held a cigarette between his lips and said coolly: “You’re a married man. Chatting so much with another woman, doesn’t your wife mind?”

Bo Zi: …

Bro, we were just talking about you.

Chen Yi gave a cold snort.

Bo Zi rubbed his nose, stuffing his phone back in his pocket: “Miao Jing said she’s leaving Teng City for a few days to handle something. She was worried you’d be lonely and told me to keep you company well. I said the ward is quite lively, with Dai Mao, Da Yong, Wei Wei, and others coming every day—enough for a mahjong table. She laughed and said she’d buy a mahjong table for the ward.”

Chen Yi focused on the key point: “What business could she have?”

“Oh, she said she found a new job, going to meet the boss, make an appearance. Yi-ge,” Bo Zi sighed, “is Miao Jing planning to leave? She just came back, how long has it been? Only half a year, right? And she’s leaving again.”

Chen Yi’s face suddenly darkened. He flicked his cigarette ash and let out a long breath. His deep eyes were hidden behind his eyelids as he spoke indifferently: “She only came back for a vacation. How could she stay long in Teng City?”

She came back to repay a debt, pestered him until he could barely breathe, gave him 200,000 yuan, cut him a few times, and actively slept with him, and these years apart were explained clearly. She showed no reaction… looks like she’s just going to leave without a backward glance.

Chen Yi ground his back teeth in hatred, feeling sour inside. Go then, go, who would stop him from living his good life after she’s gone? But leaving… his throat involuntarily swallowed, his stomach turning acidic. Who asked her to come back? Wasn’t her own life good enough? Did he care about her 200,000 yuan?

–

Miao Jing had asked Zhou Kang’an for help one more time. After hearing her explanation, Zhou Kang’an was somewhat stunned and dazed for a long while before nodding slowly. Miao Jing then left Teng City to handle some matters, transferring to a new company through Cen Ye’s introduction. She met with the person in charge of the new project and successfully negotiated her employment.

After finishing these matters, she returned efficiently to Teng City and went directly to the hospital to find Chen Yi.

After not seeing him for several days, he seemed more depressed. Seeing her appear at the hospital room door travel-worn, wearing a well-tailored professional outfit, his intense eyes flickered. He carelessly assumed an indifferent pose by the window, lowering his head to light a cigarette.

Miao Jing noticed the security camera installed at the ward entrance. She gently asked about his condition these past days, showing concern, and being exceptionally tender and attentive. Chen Yi smoked silently with indifference. She didn’t mind, talking to herself, telling him to smoke less—he had already inhaled too many toxic gases from the fire, and smoking wasn’t good for his health. Seeing Chen Yi hanging his head and completely ignoring her, Miao Jing didn’t continue. She sat in the chair peeling an apple for him, looking up to notice his arm—the bandages had been removed, revealing several burn wounds slowly scabbing over, red and eye-catching. The doctor had said before that these skin wounds would leave scars.

“If the scars can’t be removed, get a tattoo,” she said softly. “It’ll still be cool and handsome.”

“What’s this supposed to be?” Chen Yi sneered. “Even if I was covered in scars, I’d still be handsome.”

She smiled tenderly, her eyes full of affection: “Yes, you’re the most handsome in the whole world.”

These words were both soft and ambiguous. Chen Yi cast her a strange look, flicking his lighter against the windowsill, asking carelessly: “You just got back?”

“Mm.” Apple peel fell in circles from beneath the knife—still that silver knife. Miao Jing spoke lightly: “I’ve decided, I’m leaving Teng City in a few days. I’ve already quit my job here and broke up with Lu Zhengsi. I’ll stay at home these few days, ship my luggage first, then tidy up the house—it looks messy to me.”

“Do as you please.” He lowered his eyes, asking casually, “Going back to your old company?”

“Something like that. But the position is a bit different. Cen Ye recommended a new job to me, it’s a subsidiary of another business line in the group, working on new energy passenger vehicles. But it’s a newly developed market, the future market direction isn’t certain yet. Going there, the beginning might be a bit difficult since it’s just starting up.”

She explained in detail many challenges and difficulties of the new job. Chen Yi remained unmoved, nodding: “Sounds good.”

Zhou Kang’an’s investigation showed no progress, and border police hadn’t detected any movement from Zhai Fengmao. Perhaps the fire was just an accident, or perhaps it was a carefully planned plot long in the making. Regardless, Chen Yi planned to be discharged after completing all examinations. In his final days at the hospital, he enjoyed Miao Jing’s attentive care. The two got along particularly well, with tacit understanding. Miao Jing was unbelievably gentle and considerate, waiting on him hand and foot. He had never seen her so perfectly meticulous and patient.

The ward had a folding camp bed for family members staying overnight, with just one blanket. Though the ward wasn’t cold, her thin, frail body sunk into the folding bed seemed so insubstantial it barely had any presence. At midnight, Miao Jing would quietly walk to his hospital bed and slip under his covers. Chen Yi would suddenly open his bright eyes, feeling her cool, soft skin pressed against his body.

The moonlight outside was so cold and desolate, dimly illuminating the clean ward that smelled of disinfectant. Neither spoke, the quiet ward had no conversation, only chaotic sounds rising. She wrapped around him like a snake, carefully avoiding his wounds, her graceful body creating beautiful curves.

The day Chen Yi was discharged happened to be the day Miao Jing was leaving Teng City.

His mood seemed off, but he held back without erupting. His expression was dark, seeming to want to speak but stopping himself, ultimately saying nothing. He mentioned letting Miao Jing take back that bank card he had thrown in a drawer at home, but Miao Jing evaded the topic—she had sworn to repay that money to him and would never take it back.

On the last day, Bo Zi stayed with Chen Yi in the ward while Miao Jing went home to pack. Around eleven at night, Miao Jing called Bo Zi, saying she wouldn’t come to the hospital today, asking him to stay and accompany Chen Yi when he was discharged tomorrow.

Miao Jing spoke softly to Bo Zi, giving many instructions, and finally saying goodbye, wishing him happiness and success in life.

This call was strange and very long, so long that Chen Yi became restless. After hanging up, Bo Zi scratched his head, seeming unable to process the information from the call, facing Chen Yi: “Miao Jing said her train is at 1 AM, she’s heading directly to the station soon. She left the house key in the mailbox downstairs, and wanted me to let you know.”

Chen Yi’s body froze. He responded with a muted sound, lowering his eyes, his gaze dark and dry.

Knowing Miao Jing was leaving, he had spent these days in the hospital in a daze, suffering, afraid to make a move. How could he move? He was used to living wild and rough, a lone wolf, with no education or background, just a good-for-nothing scoundrel. What could he say or do? And then what? What would happen then?

“Why suddenly go abroad? Never heard her mention it before. It’s going to be over thirty hours on the plane. Yi-ge, isn’t Colombia in America? Why does the plane to America need to go through France?” Bo Zi was also a bit dazed, still processing Miao Jing’s last words. “People with education are different, going abroad is like going next door, they just casually go.”

“What thirty-hour flight? What going abroad?”

“Miao Jing, she told me she’s going to work abroad.”

“Work abroad? Go abroad where?” His thick brows furrowed as he suddenly came to his senses. A 2 AM train, where was she going in such a hurry? His tone was stunned. “Who said that? She said she’s going abroad?”

“Yeah.”

His mind suddenly jumbled. Chen Yi’s expression changed abruptly. He hurriedly took out his phone to call Miao Jing. The phone rang but no one answered. He dialed again and again, thick brows furrowed, face stern, emanating an icy aura. Finally, Chen Yi lit a cigarette, and couldn’t help getting up to change clothes, planning to leave the hospital to check.

Just as he stepped out, his phone vibrated—Miao Jing calling him back.

The man’s voice through the speaker was urgent and surprised: “Where are you going?”

“I was just going out, didn’t hear your call. I’m in a taxi now.” She kept it brief. “Almost at the train station. Can’t talk now, get some rest.”

“Miao Jing.” He hurriedly stopped her. “Where are you going to work, going abroad?”

“Yes, overseas assignment, to Colombia.”

“Colombia? What Colombia?”

The name sounded familiar, but Chen Yi had no concept of it in his mind.

“South America.” Miao Jing was dressed thinly, unable to withstand the midnight cold. She took her suitcase out of the taxi and walked toward the train station. “My international flight is at 8 AM, flying to Paris first for a transfer, then finally to Bogotá, Colombia’s capital.”

Chen Yi was stunned for two seconds, his voice exploding through the phone, deafening, making eardrums buzz: “Colombia!!! Miao Jing, you’re going to South America alone? Have you gone crazy?!”

Colombia! How did he not know—anyone who had been in the Golden Triangle knew about the world’s three major drug regions, how rampant Colombia’s drug crime was, and how chaotic the public security was there. Could she go there?!!!

Miao Jing pulled her coat tighter, her voice empty yet calm through the phone: “I’m going to work.”

“Miao Jing!!!”

“It’s just an overseas assignment. The salary there is higher. There’s a newly established branch in Bogotá, but the project needs domestic assistance. It happens that someone is returning to China at year-end, I’m taking over their work, going there as project coordinator.”

Thanks to Cen Ye’s help, things happened so suddenly. For positions available for overseas assignments, the locations were usually quite remote. Miao Jing had chosen the farthest one.

“Miao Jing! Isn’t China good enough? Aren’t there enough cities here for you to live in?” Chen Yi’s voice roared. He knew he was angry but couldn’t control his rage: “Did a donkey kick your head?? What are you thinking, going so far away?”

“I don’t want to stay in China.” She covered her mouth with her fist, breathing out hot air: “Chen Yi, where I live doesn’t matter to me.”

“Haven’t you always been telling me to get lost? I came back, and you still want me to leave… so I can only go, far away from you, never coming back in this life, never appearing before you again. You know what? China, the soil beneath our feet, if you dig straight through from the center of the earth, you’ll reach South America. We’re probably standing on a diameter of the earth, yet separated by half a world. This is the shortest and longest distance on earth.”

“Miao Jing…” His eyes bulged with emotion. “You…”

The girl’s voice was soft, tinged with midnight’s silence and darkness, murmuring: “In China or not, far or near, what does it matter… anyway, I’m just alone. Even if something happened to me, if I died, if a man deceived me, if anything happened, nobody would care. After all, I’m the one who was abandoned…”

He heard the suppressed, soft voice through the phone, his chest filled with mixed emotions: “Miao Jing.”

“Chen Yi, you don’t need to explain. I understand, I know the past and its truth. I know everyone has their difficulties and reasons. I can’t blame anyone, including you. Chen Yi, I understand and appreciate everything you’ve done. I want to kneel and thank you for all you’ve given me, but you don’t need my repayment, and it can’t change the facts… Chen Yi, I’m always alone, I’m always being abandoned again and again…”

Miao Jing hung up.

Chen Yi seemed to hear the whoosh of a passing train. When he called back, her phone was already turned off.

His mind was exploding with curses, his face cold and stern. He ground his teeth heavily, his expression tense, punching the wall with his fist, then pacing back and forth several steps, running his hand through his short hair. Finally, he tilted his head back, closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and strode out with an ashen face.

“Yi-ge, Yi-ge.”

“I’m going to find her!” He hastily tossed these words to Bo Zi.

If she wasn’t crazy, she would know what situation a girl would be in traveling alone halfway across the world. Her alone, as thin as she was, in a distant, strange, unsafe country. If she encountered any danger, the men there could kill her with a single punch…

If he and she truly went their separate ways, if anything happened to her in a place beyond his reach…

Chen Yi rushed to the train station.

The midnight Teng City station was quiet and desolate. She had been here many times, from age eight to eighteen, visiting for various reasons. He had also sent her here several times, leaving her here, saying goodbye. The waiting hall had only a few people. He searched but couldn’t find her figure at all. His anxiety made his whole body ache and sweat profusely. He called out Miao Jing’s name loudly, his handsome features twisted with worry, running straight to the platform, running back and forth searching on the empty midnight platform.

Under the shelter of a billboard, on the other side of the tracks, several tired, silent passengers stood at the elevator, walking out, scattered outside the yellow line silently waiting for the train—among them was a graceful figure.

Chen Yi stopped in his tracks.

She quietly gazed at him, her beautiful face and deep, quiet eyes like a carefully crafted work of art.

He stood with hands on his hips, catching his breath, wiping hot sweat from his forehead, his stern gaze fixed heavily on her, like an angry lion.

A whistle and platform announcement sounded. The arriving train slowly entered Teng City station. Passengers seeing the incoming train moved their feet, and exchanged a few words, preparing to board. Miao Jing lowered her head without looking at him, picked up her suitcase, found her corresponding carriage position, waiting for the train to slide to a stop before her.

He tremblingly called her name, blood suddenly rushing to his head. With the same reckless parkour spirit of his teenage years, he ran at his life’s fastest speed, jumping, sliding, striding, sprinting toward that slender figure.

Chen Yi burst into the train carriage at the last moment before the doors closed.

The train jolted slightly, slowly starting to move.

Without catching his breath, he urgently searched through the carriages of tired travelers, finally seeing Miao Jing in the corner between two carriages.

His tall figure slowly approached. She leaned against the train wall, gazing out at the scattered lights and blurry city silhouettes flying past in the black night, then saw his reflection in the window, turned around, and met his cold, angry eyes.

Chen Yi stood before her with hands on his hips, chest heaving, his shadow looming over her, as cold as an ice mountain, eyes flashing with anger.

Her eyes suddenly brightened like stars, like a shooting star passing by, slowly returning to calm. She gently pressed her lips together, her long lashes blinking, her eyes floating with faint traces of tears as she gazed at him.

They both stood stiffly, not speaking for a long time.

“What do you want? Miao Jing, what are you thinking?” His face was ashen, features tense, his breath like a just-calmed volcano. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“I know.” She seemed lost in thought, then after a long while moved, taking out a folder from her bag, and calmly holding it out to him. “Here are your ID card, passport, train ticket, plane ticket to Colombia, important documents from home, and all your bank cards.”

Chen Yi stared at the things in her hand in shock and surprise.

“Chen Yi, you either choose to be separated from me by thousands of miles for life or choose to come with me.” Miao Jing took a deep breath. “Go abroad. Where no one knows Chen Yi from Teng City, no Chen Yi forced to attend vocational school, no small-time gangster Chen Yi making ends meet, no informant Chen Yi enduring humiliation. Just a cool, handsome, proud, smart Chen Yi who can play pool, race motorcycles, values loyalty, and can live well wherever he’s thrown.”

She had a stubborn little face and an extremely serious expression: “I will work hard, earn money, take my turn to teach you, protect you, take care of you, and live the life you want.”

He went from surprise to shock to amazement to long silence, finally laughing in exasperation, unable to speak a complete sentence.

“Miao Jing… you… you damn…”

He struggled to run a hand through his hair: “What the hell are you doing?!!!!”

“I came back to Teng City only because of you, only wanting to be with you. Chen Yi, I love you…” Miao Jing’s eyes reddened. “I also want you to love me, love me very very much, want you to actively keep me, want you to stop pushing me away.”

He stared dazedly at the person before him.

Miao Jing stepped forward, standing before him with her head raised, tears flowing down, pitiful, pleading in a tiny voice: “Brother, I don’t want to be alone anymore…”

Chen Yi felt as if these words had shattered him to dust, his heart aching to the core. He suddenly embraced her, holding her tightly in his arms.

Like all those quiet deep nights before, the rapidly moving train left Teng City, leaving the city lights far behind, heading toward a distant unknown future.

In the small train window, lonely travelers held each other tightly.

—End—